The first time
I took off my clothes
in front of you, you came
closer, slid the black fabric
of my blouse, off my shoulders
and revealed the pale
ladders of
old scars

I couldn't refer to them
directly. I couldn't get near,
all i thought you'd see
was a curtain falling,
leaving you with
a warmless body
filled with flaws
and imperfection

I didn't say anything,
but you took my hand
and pressed it to the
ridged rows of your flesh
trying to leave
the same scars
i had
on yourself

And for every line
that you left upon
your skin and healed
i found another reason
to fall in love with you
and over